Now Seriously, Fuck This World, Fuck The People, Fuck Everything... Fuck my Emotions

Now I know how horrible the world is, and how fuck up people can be. Assholes are aplenty. I'm one.

I sacrifice my time to do things, you didn't inform me before hand I didn't have to, even though you requested for it. I drag my fucking heavy shit load of stuff with me, with the risk of it being damaged, for what? Nothing. I held all this in. I could have been in the fucking spectator seat, watching the fucking awesome performances. Instead, I had to fucking take pictures. I tried my best to take them, really, I really tried. Then it came downhill for what reasons? I don't know.

Must be my fucking emotions.

One thing is for sure, I'm glad to see all of you guys happy, and everyone else. No doubt it was a success, and I give you guys thumbs up for it.

As for me, you guys no need a thorn in the roses. A guy with such fuck up thoughts, an asshole. A useless piece of trash where you can throw around or use it anytime you want.

Yes I am a tool. So let me be.

I'm better off being a robot, I don't have to deal with emotions like this. Then I'm free to use whenever. I rather not be human.

I'll get over it eventually, like I always tell myself.

Fuck this.

Fuck You and This Short Post

Coincidence? Nah I fucking lied.

You can't be more spot on accurate.

But please, don't be a dumb fuck.

Fuck Me and Yesterday

Yesterday, before midnight, I felt distant, but then, I didn't feel like that during that time. I know fuck me right? I'm horrible at explaining. So fuck it. 

I woke up one morning and told myself, ' Fuck it, I need a break.' And so I voided myself away from people for a day. Not replying SMSes and stuff. All I just wanted to do was get my day over and done with, all I just wanted to do was to fucking sleep. 

And I did. I slept. Till 12pm, or at least laid in bed till then, ignoring all messages. Woke up, took some food, and went back to sleep till 2.30pm and had lunch. Went to do some sit-ups and pull-ups, read the paper, and went to work. Continued to ignore the world till I left work. And then I decided to reply messages. 

What the fuck was wrong with me then? I had no fucking clue. Maybe I spent too much money the day before? Maybe I felt like there was too many things going on at once, and not enough time to do so? Maybe I'm just fucking tired? Maybe my friends are not my friends anymore? Maybe it's fucking just me. Well, you can say that all these things were going down in my head, that it was fucking pissing me off, that most probably my body and my brain decided 'Fuck the whole lot of you and everything around it, time to just sleep.' 

Because getting out of bed means you have to do things, and meet people. Fuck it. 

And coming back seeing bullshit on the internet, makes me so glad I had that break. Please so being so fucked.

Fuck the World and the Majority

The majority, the fucking majority, and I have to be fucking part of it.

I hate it.

Deep inside, the minority is screaming. 

I don't fear judgement, I don't fear discrimination. I fear the fact that I will be fucking unable to survive in this world. This world has come to the point where no matter who you are, with whatever beliefs, as long as you try to stand up as an individual, and say 'hey, why the fuck must I listen and follow this crap, which is suppressing my will to do the things I love?' You will be pin down by the rest who's goals and dreams has been brought down by the masses of brainwashed individuals, too weak-willed to even think for themselves, and just do suffice in order to survive barely, with minimum lack of enjoyment and die an unmeaningful life. 

Yes, the good guys never last. The good guys who wants to bring you out of this crap of a fantasy we are living in and forever being just a part of a loop of lies. 

They didn't want that, and so they were killed, assassinated, framed and many other bull crap they shouldn't deserve.

Even a fictional character has a better insight in life than 99% of the people I know in real life. The fictional character who spoke these words: 

'You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.' - Harvey Dent

You got to know though, there are two minorities. One being the 1% of the minorities those with power, influence and status that leads the army of majorities. And the 1% of the majorities, those with true self-beliefs, goals and aims, but are never-heard of even, and is considered 'weird' and 'stupid', even though the same words comes out both 1 percents. 99% of the 1% of the minorities, are villains, who once stood up for something, but because they fear of lost of their attachment, to every single fucking thing in think is theirs, they turn their backs and walk away from the meaning they have given to themselves: Their meaning of life. And so, they stand up tall and mighty, showing their face, being 'role-models', and keep people from being extraordinary, in fear they might result in his lost. 

What about the final one 1%? They are the last source to protect everyone from the uncertainty and give a sense of light and clarity to the world, to help us understand. When they are close to achieving that, something happens. 

They are silenced. 

All their efforts and hard work, gone down the drain. People who followed forget. People who were on the verge of achieving what they want, give up. And they just live without meaning. 

Power, what fucking power? When we have it, we cannot let go, we become more uncertain, and yet, it is the only way that peace can be found, through power. And when peace starts to grow, other powers group together and kill it off. 

And I'm stuck, lying to myself to be together with the majority to survive, but live like the minorities of this earth. Fuck me right? Why can't just people wake up from their lullaby-inducing nightmares, and stand together as one to attack reality? Because fuck you, that's why.

The paradox of this world is aplenty. 

Fuck Me, and My Tiredness

This is just fucked up. I'm going to bed.

Fuck You and Your Thinking

I have the horrible habit of thought. 

I think, and think, and think, and fucking think so much, it gives me the fucking worries. Not just worrying about myself, but to others as well. 

But sometimes it's a gift. 

I think and think, of reasons, answers, questions, giving me a wide scope of the world around me. At the rate I'm thinking, I maybe a super genius, if I wasn't too lazy. 

And the double-edged sword of this is the possibilities I think of. 

It's good in a way that I don't stop questioning. Through all these thinking, I have come to a conclusion that there is nothing defined, nothing fated, nothing true. Every step, every breath, every fucking second, any and all possibilities may happen. In our current universe, the things that you do will overlap a parallel one, in a sea of multiverse, a universe similar to our current one but maybe different in certain events. There are an infinite number of possibilities, resulting in the millions of parallel universe, but once a second has past, another square of cement is added in front, and it continues. 'Then why is there so many if only one is chosen?' You may ask.

Fucking Time Travel. 

The only way to access the other parallel universe is to go back in time, and fucking rewrite History. Basically, time travel removes the cement so you can choose to place the next cement block on random. It still undergoes another set of possibilities, so you just made a new set of universes. It may end up the same, who knows? Or you may even get stuck in a loop forever due to constant use. By doing so, all you need to know is you can never go back to the original one. 

Let's say, I decided to be a fucker and made the alphabet backwards, Z being pronounce as 'aaa' and so on, or 2 is pronounce as 'three', I would fuck up the system. If I ever try to stop it by going back in time to stop me, I create another set of possibilities. 

*random rant below*

See, that how fucked up over-thinking is. It fucking screws with your mind. It makes you weird to others. Imagine people thinking 2 is pronounced as 'three' in our current world, they would be discriminating you for saying so and fuck you inside out, and call you 'stupid' and 'weird'. It not wrong to say that, cause if I was to fucking time travel, it would be true if I did so, or will it? Who the fuck knows? So sometimes society don't let you be who you are because you are different, and therefore you have to follow the masses to survive, but no one said you can't be an individual inside. We no need to comment, but we know the answers to say inside.

Back to the point, it good in a sense that it stimulates my brain to that level of trying to think something so simple, becoming into something so complicated. 

I just did a paradox somewhere up there, or oxymoron. 

Anyway, the bad thing is that, I fucking worry too much for people, of something that didn't or might not even happen. I guess many of us do have this in common, but not the one above though. 

Like the title said, FUCK ME AND MY THINKING. 

I blame the post today on my Horoscope, being a Pisces-Aries Cusp. It's like having to fucking opposite personalities, like a bad and a good side, a dark and light, a leader and a follower, inside of me, forever raging and battling with one another.

Ah, fuck being bipolar, it's awesome.

Fuck You and Your Beliefs

We all have our own beliefs. That's what makes us an individual, makes us ourselves. 

Yet sometimes, we follow what the masses believes, because hey, fuck you, they are the majority. And because of that, we blend in to become like any other person in the world: fucking, unremarkably, average. 

Why the fuck do people want to be that? 

1. It's safe. 

2. It's stable.

3. No risk. 

Fuck you and your comfort-zone. The more we stay in that zone, the more normal and boring you become, and unless you want to lead a life with a 9 to 5 job, at minimum wage without the risk of losing your job, but without expecting to get much of a pay raise and/or promotion, leading a safe but boring life? 

It's so fucking easy to do that, even idiots do that, and idiocy is rampant in our everyday lives, just do these steps: 

1. Fucking accept every single thing on face value. Whatever people tell you, just take it in and accept it. Simple as taking a shit. 

2. Don't question anyone's authority. Don't fucking do it. Just say yes.

3. Go to a University because you were fucking told to, not because you are, even the slightest bit, interested in learning something. 

4. Get a 9-5 desk job, 5 days a week, with only a day of actually doing something. 

5. Go overseas once or twice, and enjoy a safe a quiet vacation. 

6. Borrow money from the bank and work your ass off for another 30 whole fucking years. 

7. Fuck care about other languages, English is the only fucking important one. 

8. You think about doing something? Don't do it, waste of time, effort money. It's your dream? Yeah right.

9. Don't ever stand out, you no need the attention. Just blend in like all the normal idiots. 

10. Repeat cycle. 

11. Die. 

And you know what I got to say to that? Fuck that shit. You don't have to live the life the way other people expect you to. Be your fucking self. Be what you want to be, live your dreams, be an individual. 

Your dream is hard? If it's your dream, your goal, you will never, ever, EVER, fucking give up. you want to live your dreams, the put in that fucking effort. Just go for it and be what you want. 

Just get the fuck out of your comfort-zone, and try something new, who knows if it will become something good, or not. If you won't fucking know if you don't fucking try. 

Or

You can just stay there safe, forever uninteresting, being retarded like the rest of the masses.

Credits to ZenPencils and Chris Guillebeau

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I said I was going to make a blog, but never thought I would actually do it. 140 characters ain't enough for me.

Whatever that comes to my mind, I'll just post. I don't fucking care if anyone is affected by this shit. Why? If you are, you're weak, letting your emotions do the thinking instead. Rather, just let you wallow in your self-pity and die.

Yet, you won't.

You will have enough 'friends' to give you assurance, guidance and comfort. Then when you get too much of it, you take it for granted and people give you shit again.

And the fucking cycle repeats.

This area is my world, and if you don't like it and want to kill yourself, go ahead. No one asked you to come here in the first place.

Tread these waters carefully.